But I was wrong.
Only a few weeks after our wedding, Daniel asked me a question that changed our marriage forever.
“Before we got together,” he began, sitting across from me at our kitchen table, “was there anyone else?”
I looked at him, surprised.
I had never claimed to be a virgin, but I had avoided discussing the painful details of my past. I had hoped that, when the time was right, I could explain everything gently.
“Yes,” I answered quietly. “There was someone before you.”
His face hardened.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I tried to explain that I had been afraid of being judged. I told him that my previous relationship had ended long before we met and that I had never betrayed him.
But Daniel seemed unable to hear anything beyond what I was saying about my past.
He stood up, pushed his chair back, and stared at me as though he no longer recognized the woman he had married.
